Ah, well...

I have quite a lot to talk about, but putting it all into words is another story.

So you all know I went to see Pink in the Liberty Stadium, Swansea, yesterday. Let me start with the fact that she was amazing. I don't really have any other gigs to compare her too, because I haven't been to any. She was purely amazing though. I loved everything about it. I would have stood there all day watching her sing...

The only problem for me was, I have back problems. So standing around for six hours really didn't do me any good. I'll get over it though. Like I always do. It was worth the pain.

The second thing I wanted to mention quickly before going to bed. Well, it might not be quick, but it's still something I feel like I have to mention.

My uncle died yesterday. I'm not quite sure how to feel yet. I've buried myself deep into other stuff so that I don't really think about it. I mean, we knew weeks ago that he was going to die. So it wasn't really all that much of a shock. But it's still supposed to be sad, right?

I feel like I should be depressed, that I should be crying all day and my only thoughts should be of him, because that's what everyone else is like. The problem is, I don't feel too sad, of course, I am sad, who isn't when someone they know dies? But I don't feel like I crying. I just want everything to go back to normal. I like it when people don't constantly talk about it. I like to be distracted. Well, not necessarily distracted. I don't want to spend all of my time thinking about it. It's not the fear of feeling sad for him, it's the fear that everyone will look at me with pity in their eyes. I hate it when people do that. Which is why I don't usually tell my friends when a family member dies. I keep it secret.

I had to tell on this one. There is purely one reason why I said on this account, Sara's party was supposed to be this Saturday, remember? But we can't have it anymore. I'm not saying that spitefully, I know it's not the right thing to do. So, we're moving it back a bit, it'll be next month or something. You can't really party with such bad news, can you?

We're still doing the sleepover and stuff. We're just going to the cinema instead on Saturday to celebrate Sara's birthday. So she doesn't miss out. Just because he died doesn't mean she can't celebrate her birthday.

That's what I think. I won't say 'it's what he would have wanted.' How are we to know what he wanted? For all we knew he wanted us all to commit suicide after he died. Okay, that was wrong. But you get the idea, right?

Anyway, I'm going to bed now after this depressing one.

I probably won't be blogging tomorrow for obvious reasons. But Saturday is now probably a definitely. So we'll be back on track this Saturday for blogging.

Night!